Much Better

In the morning said Thomas. I am not doing it now. No way jose.

But it would look nice

No

Go on. Pleese

No

Ill…’ Whispers in his ear.

That’s probably illegal

I do it for you… my man. Pleeease!

Thomas gets up and moves the plant pot from the sideboard to the window ledge. He sits back down again with a grunt.

Better?

Much better. Mucho bueno.